Sepia Saturday 105: We’re No Angels!
St. Anne’s Church, Glace Bay, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, 1939.
My uncle, Jimmy Harris, is dead-centre in this photo which originally appeared in “The Cape Breton Post” and his first cousin and best pal, Neil F. McNeil, named after his grandfather, ( The Patriarch of an earlier post) is directly to his left. Don’t they just look as if “butter wouldn’t melt” in those mouths? You’ll notice that Jimmy isn’t making much of an effort to put those palms together in prayer. And Neil is the picture of innocence, isn’t he?
Well, these two were notorious for ice-clamper- (the Cape Breton word for icebergs) jumping in Glace Bay Harbour (this particular activity still has its own CB vernacular and is known as “skooshing”), hanging around the railroad tracks, playing hookey to spend the day in the woods and later on, shooting pool and smoking cigarettes. If you’ve ever seen the opening number from “The Music Man” then you can just apply that “Trouble” song to these two angelic faces in this photo.
At least one of the boys in this group photo ended up as a priest. It certainly wasn’t my uncle who, got kicked out of the University of Dalhousie, joined the Navy for four years, and finally returned to successfully complete his degree.
According to my aunt Kay, who is in her late 80s, Jimmy and Neil were also known as pretty good musicians. Jimmy used to play the piano (by ear) and Neil could blow a mean trumpet. Jimmy’s favourite music has always been, and still is, Jazz.
Now, the only way I can link this to the SS challenge, is to say that my uncle Jimmy was always known around our house as, “The Masher”. Not because he was a Ladies’ Man. No! It was because he was a dab-hand with a potato-masher and we always let him have a go at the spuds when he was at our house for a holiday dinner.
Jimmy and Neil were 12 at the time this picture was taken. On December 26, Jimmy will turn 85. He’s still got a devilish grin and a mischievous twinkle in the eyes and has some great stories to tell about his rebel-days.
2011/12/15 at 3:29 pm
Choirboys everywhere are not as angelic as they appear! I remember the ones at my wedding ‘larking around’ (there you are a link to Sepia Saturday prompt, if rather tenuous), as I walked down the aisle. Lovely stories about your uncle and pals.
2011/12/16 at 1:37 pm
Thanks for making that connection for me, Little Nell. Larking isn’t a common phrase over here, but it should be!
2011/12/15 at 5:52 pm
I always have a hard time imagining young boys as old men and vice versa.
2011/12/16 at 1:37 pm
It can be tricky!
2011/12/16 at 2:30 am
Many an old man can tell you a tale or two, I was never a choirboy as I was the bane of all music masters, choir or otherwise.
2011/12/16 at 1:38 pm
Ha ha! My own old man had enough tales for all of us! I only wish he’d written them down the way he promised.
2012/01/02 at 10:52 am
I am a great grand daughter of Neil J McNeil any history for me?
2012/01/02 at 5:07 pm
Neil J. McNeil, or Neil F. McNeil? Are you on Ancestry.com/ca?
2012/01/02 at 5:12 pm
If it IS Neil F., then we would be cousins, I imagine.
2011/12/16 at 5:25 am
Sounds like they had a blast, and fun was on their menu.
2011/12/16 at 1:39 pm
Now THAT pulls it all together! Thanks, Linda!
2011/12/16 at 12:22 pm
I was a choir boy and I turned out uhmmmmm OK LOL.
2011/12/16 at 1:39 pm
Do YOU have a picture of that, Peter? I’d love to see it!
2011/12/16 at 4:32 pm
Ah, don’t they look sweet. I loved reading about ice-clamper jumping. It sounds fun, but they must have occasionally fallen in?
2011/12/18 at 11:39 am
If they did, they didn’t tell anyone!
2011/12/17 at 1:13 am
Oh yes behind those darling little faces! What fun they all had I’m sure! A very nice story…..
2011/12/18 at 11:38 am
Glad you enjoyed it, Karen.
2011/12/17 at 8:02 pm
Oh my how disappointing that must have been to the ladies when they heard the reason he was called the masher. Then again, a man who knows his way around a spud is probably a pretty safe bed.
2011/12/17 at 9:06 pm
Tattered, I’m guessing that was a Freudian slip with the last word of your comment.
2011/12/17 at 10:21 pm
Goodness. And here I thought the only use for a masher was mashing potatoes! Never know what I might pick up on SS. Adorable pic!
2011/12/18 at 11:41 am
It could be “Cape Bretonese”! Nah! I’m sure I’ve heard it in the old movies.
2011/12/18 at 12:05 am
A fine tribute.
2011/12/18 at 11:37 am
Thanks, Mike!
2011/12/18 at 11:46 am
Thanks for the great story about the rascals. Sounds like they turned out just fine to me. Please tell Jimmy Happy Birthday, and have a wonderful Christmas!
Kathy M.
2011/12/18 at 7:03 pm
Almost every photo of choir boys will have some pretty impish ones that turn out pretty good. Love this story. Congrats on Jimmy’s birthday. We have no elderly folks in the family of origin to pass on the stories, well that is except me. Merry Christmas to you and yours.
QMM